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Бондаренко Марія

Stories By Бондаренко Марія

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З життя4 години ago

Leave Right Now—Don’t Wait!

Out. Now. A heavy boot crashed into the old oak table, sending it juddering across the sticky pub floor. A...

З життя7 години ago

The door chimed once—crisp, exact, as if slightly affronted by whom it had just permitted to enter.

The door gave a single, sharp ringprim and starchy, as though it disapproved of what it had just admitted. Conversations...

З життя10 години ago

“I… can’t catch my breath…”

I cant breathe The words just managed to escape her lips before fading into nothing. For a moment, the room...

З життя12 години ago

John hired a car, when his wife was discharged from the hospital, he and the neighbor carried her into the house. ‘Everything will be fine,’ he comforted his wife, ‘just live. Even if you sit and talk to me. Just live. And I will manage everything. Just don’t leave me, my darling…!’

Emily, in her mid-thirties, figured she’d missed out on the whole business of womanly happiness, but life had a quirky...

З життя13 години ago

The Little Lad and His Toy Motorbike

The garden was hushed, save for the faint sobs of a child lost in heartbreak. Sunlit grass, damp with morning...

З життя13 години ago

He Was Only 16 When He Brought Her Home… The Girl Who’d Been Around for a Long Time and Was Probably Pregnant, a Year Older.

I had only just turned sixteen when I brought her home This girl who had been clearly pregnant for a...

З життя13 години ago

Paul hob den nassen Kopf und sah Maximilian mit purem, kindlichem Trotz an

— Papa! — Paul hob den nassen Kopf und sah Maximilian mit purem, kindlichem Trotz an. — Warum nennen alle...

З життя13 години ago

Paul hob den Kopf und sah seinen Vater mit der unbändigen Empörung eines Dreijährigen an

— Papa! — Paul hob den Kopf und sah seinen Vater mit der unbändigen Empörung eines Dreijährigen an. — Warum...

ES13 години ago

Santiago permanecía inmóvil, con el rostro pálido como el mármol y los nudillos blancos alrededor de su copa

Santiago permanecía inmóvil, con el rostro pálido como el mármol y los nudillos blancos alrededor de su copa. —Papá… —sollozó...

ES13 години ago

La copa de champán de Diego cayó al suelo, pero nadie miró las astillas

La copa de champán de Diego cayó al suelo, pero nadie miró las astillas. Se acercó despacio, con el pecho...